the broken wing of a blue butterfly
land just above a pond surrounded by steam
the forest echo with a small creature's cry
streaming through the air like a summer dream
the blue wing begin to flutter like hair
high towards the sky then dip into a still lake
before flying into the white hair of a mare
drinking its share of thirst as of late
the mare merely brush it away without pro-test
on it goes the blue wing seem to create
a will of its own design floating into a mess
of oil paints on a canvas that soon sedate
the blue wing to its surface of colorful scheme
framed only with a single wicker
Prompt from Poefusion using the format, Bout-Rimes, with the words:
The words are:
butterfly, steam, cry, dream
hair, lake, mare, late
test, create, mess, sedate
scheme, wicker
Bout-Rimes is French for "rhymed ends." A bouts- rimes poem is created by one person's making up a list of rhymed words and giving it to another person, who in turn writes the lines that end with those rhymes, in the same order in which they were given.
Blue Wing
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Your poem turned out beautifully. I love how you made the butterfly run into that canvas of paint. And, how you framed it in wicker was awesome. Thanks for participating. Have a nice day.
Michelle is right, you did a splendid job with this.
You have created a beautiful painting in words.
Gemma
This one has certainly taxed our ingenuity. Well done!
I think protest counts just fine as an end word for "test.' I like the variation.
Pretty images of a lake and butterfly, steam around the lake.
This was very touching to read. My connections run deep with butterflies, they were my late mom's 'symbol. I have connected with her many times since her passing, via butterflies. Amazing but true. Beautifully written.
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well lissa,, i have to commend you on both this and the haiku that you created from it... both are exceptional,,, especially this as i know how hard it was to use those words...
Wow, that was awesome. It flowed beautifully.
The haiku was great and this poem is lyrical and beautiful. Great job.
wow... it is beautiful..great accomplishment on michelle's prompt... very hard task...
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